The things we stress about

Last Sunday I had a bit of a frightening email. Peter is of an age to Acolyte in church, and Grace is a Bible Bearer. Our Director of Family Ministries, Miss Beth, coordinates acolytes and Bible bearers, and usually sends out an email the week before reminding the ones who are scheduled to do it on Sunday.

Well, I didn't read email after Thursday of last week, and last Sunday when I got back online, there was an email from Miss Beth. I panicked, thinking I'd forgotten about having the kids do their stuff. Luckily, though, the email was a reminder for THIS week, and also a request for me to help the kids out and get them going down the aisle at the correct time. Miss Beth is going to hear her middle son preach.

I was happy to do it, but apparently it caused more stress than I realized, because I dreamed about it ALL last night!

First I dreamed that the kids needed to ride horses (NO idea where that came from....). I woke up from that one and pretty quickly realized that was just silly. But then I started worrying that I'd miss church (I hate time changes), and suddenly became convinced that the kids needed to do it at both the early and the late service (they don't), and random other crazed neuroses!

It's funny, because this is Peter's second year acolyting; he's a pro at it. And this is actually Grace's 3rd time Bible Bearing, so it's pretty much old hat to her, too. They both do well (though Grace is wearing black go-go boots today, which is going to look interesting under a robe and surplice), and I'm not at all worried about them.

I'm apparently terrified that I'll screw something up! And, yeah, my part is pretty easy: light the acolytes' wands, send them down the aisle, then send Grace down after. Not tough.

But apparently stressful!